After chatting for a while, Zheng Bin and He Xiangshu walked in. The Colosseum was very large, with small entertainment on the outside, such as cockfights and cricket fights, but inside, it was a big deal.
The grandstand, which is about fifty meters high, is very cleverly designed and is in a semi-arc shape. It has three floors, with thirty compartments on each floor. The compartments are very large and can accommodate a hundred people. There is only one railing in front of it, making it easier for people to watch what’s going on underneath. Fight.
On the first floor are the princes, grandsons and nobles, on the second floor are the children of officials, and on the third floor are common people.
The closer we get, the louder the noise becomes, including screams and cheers.
After confirming the identity of the Crown Prince of the King's Palace, Yang Shu was taken to the best viewing compartment on the first floor.
A fight had just ended in the gladiatorial arena below. It was obvious that the tiger had won. The brains exploding on the ground were really eye-catching.
Not long after, the small door opened, and a dirty slave was kicked in.
The crowd roared again, and they looked down intently.
Yang Shu glanced at the red faces and felt sad.
Zheng Bin had been to the Colosseum, but had never stepped into this bloody place. Listening to the roars of ferocious beasts and the screams of people, her face instantly turned pale.
"You're walking really slowly, are you trying to run away?"
Yang Shu pulled Zheng Bin into his arms and said fiercely.
"Your Majesty."
"good!"
He Xiangshu's words were interrupted by Yang Shu, who stared down excitedly.
Holding Zheng Bin's waist, Yang Shu rubbed his face against Zheng Bin's shoulder almost crazily, his eyes red with excitement.
He Xiangshu did not dare to speak again, fearing that Yang Shu would become angry and push Zheng Bin down.
How could a thin, defenseless man be able to deal with a hungry tiger? He didn't even hold on for 60 seconds before his legs went into the tiger's mouth.
"That guy is getting more and more crazy."
Next to Yang Shu, a young man tutted.
"I didn't quite believe it before when it was said that he was a seductress, but now, I completely believe it. Looking at the tooth marks on his neck, our Crown Prince Yang is very rough."
"Keep your voice down, Yang Pifu is not dead yet, and we can't afford to offend Crazy Yang."
"For someone like him, even if he's sent to a fairy's nest, let alone a military camp, he's still a waste."
All the young men laughed, with no concealed disdain in their eyes.
From a distance, the sound was so loud that they were not worried about Yang Shu hearing it.
"I have to leave earlier to avoid running into him."
"The person next to Crazy Yang seems to be He Xiangshu." A young master frowned and said, "With his temperament, how can he be with Crazy Yang?"
"I know a little bit about this. He has his eye on Zheng Bin, but Madman Yang is attracted to Zheng Bin. If he doesn't keep an eye on him, Madman Yang will kill him that night."
"That night, Madman Yang didn't dare to act recklessly in the house, so he vented his anger outside."
"Such a scum is really dirty if you look at it again."
The speaker turned his gaze to the arena, "This tiger has eaten enough. It's time for a new one. The claws are waving lazily."
Picking up the bell, the young man rang it.
Hearing the ringing of the bell, the steward passed by. Not long after he came out, the tiger in the arena was changed.
Yang Shu's smile widened. The most cruel and terrifying ones were always the same kind.
After staying there for a while, Yang Shu left with satisfaction.
Zheng Bin returned to Rongchang Mihang, took a sip of water, and held down her trembling hand.
"Young Master, He Jie is here," the steward said.
Seeing Zheng Bin nodding, he brought the person up.
"Young Master asked me to give this to you. Today, you were frightened."
He Jie put the brocade box on the table, bowed, and then retreated.
After a while, Zheng Bin opened the brocade box, and inside was a sharp knife.
Zheng Bin slammed the box shut, his anger rising. Who gave the knife to someone when he was frightened!
Picking up the pen, Zheng Bin wrote three pages without stopping.
Yang Shu looked at the letter, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly. Zheng Bin, a fair and tender girl, could actually scold him so dirty.
The key is there are no curse words.
